[NOTE: No Oompa-Loompas of any kind figure into this story, so if that's what you're looking for, feel free to exit through the marked doors on either side of the theater. Thankyoucomeagain.]
There are eight million stories in the naked city... but since I'm only dealing with clothed people for the nonce, here's my adventure.
It seemed like a beautiful day to visit the city.
So that's just what I did. Hello, city!
I drove past the Space Needle (with its current retro paint job)...
...and right on through Wallingford, heading for Fremont.
And why was I going to Fremont, you ask? Well, aside from being a fun and funky kinda place...
...with a fair amount of wild fennel growing in attractive fashion...
...Fremont is the home of the Theo Chocolate factory.
They give tours. And samples. Oh heck yeah I'm there.
Let's just follow the arrows, shall we?
To start the tour, you enter through these doors, pay a small fee, get a hairnet (yes, really) and put it on...
...and are then ushered through into this room.
There, your friendly tour guide talks about the process of turning raw cacao into finished chocolate bars, while several kinds of chocolate samples make the rounds. So by the time you're actually ready to venture forth onto the factory floor, everybody in the group is already on a mild theobromine high.
You open these double doors, and are struck by two things: 1) a sudden rush of warm air and 2) an overwhelming wave of raw, slightly acidic chocolate smell. Oh yeah come to mama.
You get to view a lot of funky machinery in action.
This is the mighty cacao roaster! The person who takes care of this checks it every now and then, because even though there's a particular amount of time involved in roasting the beans, it's more a question of being able to see and taste when they're done. It seems much more an art than a science.
This is a big vat of pure chocolate liquor. It smells incredibly good but probably wouldn't taste that great, because there's no sugar in it yet. That comes a little bit later.
After spending some time gawping at the machinery on the factory floor, we moved into the kitchen.
Here several workers were loading up some caramels to be enrobed in chocolate and sprinkled with fancy doodads. We were given the choice of several confections to try, and I picked something new they were working on: a chocolate caramel with licorice and sea salt that was really quite good.
Occasionally the folks in the kitchen make some chocolate sculptures for special events. The tree trunk with its leaves, pods and flowers is edible, as is the Buddha head. (Though I probably wouldn't just gnaw on Buddha's head. Bad karma and all that.)
As is often the case in these sorts of activities, you exit through the gift shop, where there are many delightful taste treats for sale.
Everything from pure cocoa nibs...
...to fancy-pants confections.
Theo produces a good dozen different chocolate bars, with various percentages of cacao and amendments.
These two have a special limited edition wrapper...
...celebrating 50 years of Seattle Center and the Space Needle.
Thanks, Theo! It's been fun! Now I'll be on a good chocolate buzz for the rest of the day. Plus I'm gonna run around using this attractive hairnet as a fashion statement. WHEEE! I'm THOR!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Want some tea?
'Course ya do!
Better bring a really big cup, though.
This is the Teapot Dome Service Station, a historical roadside attraction in the little town of Zillah, Washington. It was built in 1922 as a cheeky visual reference to the then-current Teapot Dome Scandal, and operated as a working service station for many years. Over time, the service station closed down and the structure fell into disrepair. It has recently been refurbished and moved to a more central spot in Zillah's downtown. (So if you go looking for it, ignore the freeway signs along I-82; they'll direct you to the wrong exit. Take exit 52 instead.)
We stopped by the Teapot on our drive to Utah. (I, uh, just forgot to mention it at the time.)
Oh, for the days when gas was 27 cents a gallon.
We took a look around the area and got close enough to peek inside the teapot. Here's what we saw through the window.
The pipe of this old stove appears to hook up to the teapot's spout... so on cold days when the stove is lit, the teapot might look like it's steaming. If so, nice touch.
It's too bad you don't see much novelty construction jobs these days. I, for one, would jump at the chance to live in a teapot-shaped cottage.
Really, wouldn't you?
Better bring a really big cup, though.
This is the Teapot Dome Service Station, a historical roadside attraction in the little town of Zillah, Washington. It was built in 1922 as a cheeky visual reference to the then-current Teapot Dome Scandal, and operated as a working service station for many years. Over time, the service station closed down and the structure fell into disrepair. It has recently been refurbished and moved to a more central spot in Zillah's downtown. (So if you go looking for it, ignore the freeway signs along I-82; they'll direct you to the wrong exit. Take exit 52 instead.)
We stopped by the Teapot on our drive to Utah. (I, uh, just forgot to mention it at the time.)
Oh, for the days when gas was 27 cents a gallon.
We took a look around the area and got close enough to peek inside the teapot. Here's what we saw through the window.
The pipe of this old stove appears to hook up to the teapot's spout... so on cold days when the stove is lit, the teapot might look like it's steaming. If so, nice touch.
It's too bad you don't see much novelty construction jobs these days. I, for one, would jump at the chance to live in a teapot-shaped cottage.
Really, wouldn't you?
Saturday, July 28, 2012
At the zoo
Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.
I do believe it.
I do believe it's true.
--Paul Simon
So it was high time I had another adventure anyway, and who am I to gainsay Paul Simon on matters of zoological importance? So I grabbed my trusty digital camera and gallivanted off to my friendly neighborhood cavalcade of critters.
And what better time to visit the zoo in the Pacific Northwest than on a spectacularly overcast July day?
(In truth, it felt like the perfect day to go to the zoo. When I was a kid, for some reason the days our family ended up going to the zoo in San Francisco or Oakland were almost always gray, with high overcast, so today's unseasonably cloudy weather seemed perfectly suitable.)
The Cougar Mountain Zoo, established in 1972, is small. Like most small zoos it has chosen to focus on specific groups of animals, most of them endangered -- big cats, reindeer, lemurs, parrots, camelids, emus and wallabies.
Oo, look, a penny pressing machine! I am such a sucker for these things. There's something satisfying about squishing an image into a penny, and it's one of the most reasonably priced souvenir items you can buy.
And very handsome souvenirs it made, too.
With this crucial task out of the way, let's get right to the animals, shall we?
With a name like "Cougar Mountain Zoo," you would expect this zoo to have a few of its namesake beasties on the premises.
They did not disappoint in this regard. Here, the brother cougar rips up grass for his own entertainment in the background...
...while his sister paces the perimeter of the fence in the foreground.
Cougars (also known as pumas, mountain lions, catamounts, screamers and American lions) are known for their screaming cries when they are hunting or looking for mates. Several cultures consider it extremely unlucky to hear a mountain lion scream. But mountain lions also make adorable little squeaky noises when they are curious about something. They purr when they're content, and are in fact the largest species of cat that can purr continuously, like a house cat.
There were, of course, some other big cats on the premises.
Currently there are four tigers at Cougar Mountain Zoo, two of whom are royal white tigers.
This guy was feeling fairly mellow, languidly rolling around and washing a paw.
The zoo is planning to add a cheetah exhibit some time soon, but at the moment the World of Cheetahs area is completely empty.
At a reasonable distance from the big cats was the enclosure for reindeer, also called caribou. If you look carefully you can see these reindeer are losing the last of their heavy winter coats. At Christmastime Santa Claus comes to the zoo to collect these particular reindeer for Super Secret Santa Reasons that Cannot Be Divulged.
There are at least three kinds of lemurs at the Cougar Mountain Zoo. This group was calm and collected when I first passed by their enclosure, but later the entire band started hooting and hollering for reasons known only to lemurs. I cannot fathom how a noise that loud can come out of a creature that small.
There were several parrots...
...who seemed to enjoy being photographed.
Now seems as good a time as any to mention that this zoo has a beautiful physical plant, with fountains...
...numerous bronze sculptures scattered throughout the park...
...and fantastic views of Lake Sammamish.
What other critters were nearby, you ask?
This critter, for one.
He had big, beautiful eyes and was not particularly shy of strangers. I think he was probably expecting to be fed.
The alpaca wasn't sold on the idea of being photographed, but after a little while of patient waiting and some gentle words, finally came around.
And this one's wooly coat was just too good to miss.
It was a little odd to see mule deer in a zoo.
I'm used to seeing them just wandering wild around my mom's back yard, eating her tomatoes.
Behold the East African Crowned Crane. The zoo also has some West African Crowned Cranes, but they decided to be coy and stay in their enclosure, so no pix.
This is a Sarus crane, a little shy due to crane pattern baldness.
Then, of course, there were the emus. I love emus.
And for some reason this emu loved me too.
That, or he just really loved being photographed.
Or possibly both. Take your pick.
The wallabies looked a bit confused to be stuck in the same general area as the emus.
I finally tore myself away from these critters and went off to commune with the parrots and other hookbills.
This is Paco, an African grey parrot. Paco wasn't much enjoying the weather, fluffing up his feathers and shivering to keep warm.
Marvin and Trillian (yes, Douglas Adams fans, that's really their names!) are Illiger's macaws.
Molu is a Moluccan cockatoo...
...who likes to preen.
And this is Max, another African grey. Max enjoys attention and likes to talk, especially as a way of getting you to come back when you pass by his cage. He says "Hi, Max" very clearly and also enjoys making kissing noises, and he seems to enjoy being told he's beautiful. Quite the character.
Rama is a military macaw who can give quite the come-hither stare.
Manduvi is a hyacinthine macaw with the most amazing indigo blue plumage.
Kiwi is a gorgeous scarlet macaw.
And here's Ejea, a blue-and-gold macaw who was feeling rather silly.
This is Tambo, a green-winged macaw. Green-winged macaws are nearly extinct in most of their native habitats.
And this is Orion, who isn't a parrot at all. He's a kookaburra.
The red-ruffed lemurs also seemed a little confused to be placed at the end of the macaw exhibits. But they made the most of it by swinging all around their enclosure at breakneck speeds whenever anyone came near. I probably should have tried filming them, rather than trying to take photos.
The zoo also has a wildlife tracks library...
...which it claims to be the first, and so far the only, one of its kind in the world.
Friends of the zoo have paid a donation to put various phrases on bricks and other pavers scattered around the walkways. Some are fairly amusing.
Having exhausted the limits of the zoo, I did what anyone who knows anything about Issaquah would do next:
I went to XXX Root Beer and got a bacon burger. And let me tell you, with a side order of deep fried mushrooms that thing was delectable.
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